Dreamers Gone Bonkers Poem by John Sensele

Bathed in a sea of sorrows, dreamers shamble about the world
Oblivious to where their threadbare clogs
Tired from umpteenth repairs by cobblers unfurled
Like torn flags, clogs kick rabid dogs.

Amazed at the deterioration pates have undergone
After sustained years of banging them against stone walls
In attempts to draw sympathy from scenarios gone
Indifferent, dreamers sustain two more falls.

Wrapped in the arms of binge drinking as palliatives
Pushed to the limit and beyond self pity
Too nauseating to amuse sympathisers and relatives
Dreamers break down and cry, 'I hate this city.'

Vowing to start anew, dreamers pick themselves up
Resolve to break off old habits too ingrained to die
And too asinine to be taken seriously by a seal pup,
Dreamers tom-peep through keyholes. 'What a brown thigh! '